Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 00:26:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: "luvbunzy@ziplip.com" <luvbunzy@ziplip.com>
Subject: Richard Wood's Troop - 1

Hi. I am currently writing another story on nifty (In a Little Brother Way
in Adult-Youth,) but am taking a break because I wanted to write something
that was more just fun and sexy. There is no moral, just tight young bodies
and sexual discovery. This story involves sex between young pubescent
males, so if it is illegal for you to read, then don't.

Please send feedback, horny fantasies, or any other correspondence to
luvbunzy@ziplip.com. I am especially interested in hearing from people with
Boy Scout uniform fetishes or former/current Boy Scouts.


The Horndogs of Richard Woods troop - 1


	Jared was a very thin red head with chipmunk cheeks and a white
lanky body completely undisturbed by even a hint of body hair. Martin was
an oversexed blonde twelve year old. Puberty had hit him hard and fast,
filling out his cock to a full six and a half inches that only promised to
gain. His balls and voice had also dropped suddenly, making him the freak
of the sixth grade class that he would soon be departing, and the Boy Scout
troop that he was spending the summer with. Both boys were friends at
school, but now Jared felt like he hardly recognized the boy he had spent
the last three years growing up with.

	It didn't help too much that Martin was busy rubbing the front of
his already very tight green scout shorts. His uniform shirt was wide open,
exposing his sweaty boy chest and pink nipples.

	"Would you stop doing that! Geez, Marty, let's get those cigarettes
and get out of here before they come looking for us." Jared's voice was
still slightly squeaky and very young. He was getting nervous as hell
too. Martin was blocking the exit to their tent and seemed intent on
something more than a cigarette.

"Come on man. How about this? I'll grab my smokes as soon..." Martin
hesitated, bringing his face right up to Jared's, "as soon as I can see
your dick."

	"No way, man. Are you gay or something?"

	Martin had never really given much thought to the word "gay," but
he certainly liked to see other boys' dicks. In fact, just two days
earlier, one of the older scouts, Joe, had given Martin a real solid peak
at a big, bright boner as he was showering. Joe, a tall, thin, fifteen
year-old Jewish boy with dark curly hair on his head and cock had even
smirked at Martin as he grabbed it and made the head big and pink. Martin
had shyed away in excitement and went to leave a load of spunk in one of
the nearby toilets.

	"Come on, Jared. I'll show you mine." Martin grabbed the front of
his shorts enthusiastically with both hands. He humped his way toward Jared
until he had backed him into the corner of the tent and was straddling his
skinny, red, freckled legs.

	"Look at you, you prude." It was true. Jared was the picture of a
goody- goody, relying on his innocent looks to get out of trouble. Even
sneaking off to smoke cigarettes during a campfire he had tucked his shirt
in neatly, combed his hair, and even wore the correct high socks and scarf.

	Jared was blushing, and growing uncomfortable and even angry with
his friend. Jared was actually vaguely curious about Martin's dick. He
wanted to know the shape of what seemed to make Martin slowly go crazy over
the last six months, but he was way too embarrassed to show his own. And
his own had hardened. He could feel the hot, thin little guy in his pants
pressed tightly against his pubic area.

Martin ignored Jared's discomfort and continued moving down over him. He
then grabbed at the Jared's shorts and managed to pin him down long enough
to undo his belt buckle. Jared had almost resolved to allow Martin to get
his peak so they could both go out into the forest and goof off, hopefully
in a less fleshy way. But as soon as he felt Martin's fingers pry at his
zipper, reality hit.

	Jared bucked his hips up and got his hands on Martin's bare chest,
pushing him upward. Martin came back though, tickling Jared and forcing him
to giggle uncomfortably. Jared managed to push Martin off, but as he
started to stand up, Martin grabbed Jared and pulled him down against his
own body, so that Martin was reaching around and trying to get at Jared's
shorts.. Jared slapped at Martin's hands, so the horny teen gave up and
began a dry humping motion. Martin humped at his friend wildly, jamming his
clothed erection against Jared's asscrack.

	Jared had forgotten his anger in the commotion of wrestling, and
was actually giggling at his friend as he squirmed to escape. The brushing
of Martin's hand against his crotch had also made him hard.

	Soon Martin had pressed Jared into the floor of the tent while flat
on his stomach. As he pinned him down and began dry humping into him, the
laughter slowly died out. Both boys breathed deeply. Soon Jared began to be
consumed by the friction of his own small erection against the ground, and
all of Martin's energy was focused on his own cock, the head of which was
now poking out from the top of his shorts.

	"Oh yeah, baby, " Martin was moaning and humping, completely out of
control. He kept going, only pushing his friend more deliberately with each
hump.

	Meanwhile, Jared was experiencing a tense tingling that moved out
from his cock like sonar. It consumed him so much that he didn't even
notice his boy scout uniform shirt pulled from his shorts and slid half way
up his back. He barely registered as a hot, viscous fluid spilled out onto
his quivering lower spine.

	"Oh man." Martin said, as he rolled to the ground next to his
friend, freeing his bouncing cock from his shorts and squeezing out the
leftover semen. Jared took no notice of this. No notice because his own
cock was too tense, too hard, and too busy. He rolled over onto his back at
its command, and wrangled the perfect, thin, pink, four-inch drill sergeant
free from his pants. It twitched, shook, and commanded Jared to gasp for
air as he experienced his first orgasm.

	As Jared lay back, breathing hard, he could only stare at his own
cock in disbelief. He was slowly starting to relax and beginning to become
conscious again of the things around him. His whole body tingled with
dew. Sweat had seeped very gently from his forehead, his legs, his smooth
round bottom. He felt the nylon of the tent floor on his ass and the sticky
feeling of Martin's semen drying on his back.

	Just then he was hit with one final wave of pleasure. It was a slow
lapping feeling that began from his jewel-like balls that only just begun
to hang, and rose up the tip of his dick. It was like an invisible hand had
reached down to squeeze from his balls and through his urethra one crystal
clear drop of early pubescent semen.

	Jared was in awe, and could only stare down at his own member.
Martin was the picture of delight. He rolled back onto his friends legs so
that he was eye to cockhead with Jared's penis.

	"Cool," Martin said. He reached out and took the liberty to squeeze
Jared's dick, bringing the isolated gem of semen into a bead teetering at
the tip of the sweet pink post. He held his grip there, then dabbed his
finger on the cum. He held it up in the air on his finger.

	"Ummmm,. You like, Jared?" Martin lifted the load between Jared's
eyes. Jared was fascinated briefly by the sight of his own semen, but then
turned his nose up.

	"Dude, that's gross. Get your hands off my dick. Now please." Jared
yanked his shorts back on. He was red with embarrassment. Martin then
popped his own finger, complete with Jared's first load, into his mouth and
made a quick popping noise.

	"Jared, you're a total baby, but I love you. And this won't be the
last time either. Let's go smoke." With that, Martin pulled up his shorts
and grabbed his smokes. Jared begrudgingly followed him into the woods,
like a puppy that follows his master after being punished. The phantom
taste of sweet first load, one that only Martin would ever know completely,
teased his lips.

	Meanwhile, as the boys headed into the woods, a tall figure
appeared on the edge of the campground. Its curly head scanned the
perimeter of the camp, its eyes catching only the site of one red and green
sock sticking out from some hiking boots as the foot disappeared into the
bushes.